MAX?
Reluctant to immediately heed the orders, he still began moving towards the line, in particular angling towards the Lancer he'd spoken to previously, meeting him halfway as they rushed to form ranks. He would have to break off as he was not meant for the same line, but at least he could get a word in. His tone sounded desperate. Like his mission was at stake. Which in many ways, technically was not a lie.
"Edregr bgroklegr, klose kgrates. Uf kle rse us uunregr attakk, ouugr bgroklegrs anr sutregrs rudd k un rugre neer of klose mategruads fogr kleugr ggrojekts, so klat kley agre not ramager. Uf u tgruer to ask ouugr dearegr, sre rouudr kgruusr me. Youu agre buggegr, trgrongegr, smagrtegr. Us klegre anyklung youu kan ro to get kle kagrgo offdoarer?"
[Elder brother, those crates. If the base is under attack, our brothers and sisters will be in dire need of those materials for their projects, so that they are not damaged. If I tried to ask our leader, she would crush me. You are bigger, stronger, smarter. Is there anything you can do to get the cargo offloaded?]
With his plea established, he bowed his head, then broke off and linked up with his fellow, his own Grakata in his hands and at the ready. It might not work, but it was at least worth a try.